"I think a long dress would be more suitable for a funeral, don't you?" Oh yes, a grieving widow would hardly wear a mini skirt, would she?" She proba...ly wouldn't wear a sheer black thong either, David, but it's called poetic license."She stood for a moment, looking at herself in her full length mirror before going into a walk in wardrobe and coming out again wearing a small black hat with a face veil."How's that?" she asked."Perfect," I answered truthfully, "Except possibly for the panties.". He watched and laughed as she fell into the couch, ready to watch television. “Maybe there's a game on or something daddy,” she laughed. “You want to watch the news.” “Sweetheart, there's no game on this early in the morning,” he gently replied. “I'm going to get a cup of coffee, turn on the news for me.” She did just as he had asked. Daddy was always kind and gentle with her. Unlike her mother who always seemed to bark orders at everyone. He excused himself to the kitchen. Quietly mixing. There would be hell to payfor the poor guy later. ?She no longer was in love with Fogg, but they were peers in the serving of MistressMiranda. The bathroomon this floor was out of order, so Fogg was goingdownstairs. There was no risk of him being seen naked, the two of them hadfired their domestic staff some years ago, and cleaned the house themselves,under Miranda?s direction? Though when Fogg and Miranda went to work or on business trips, SlaveIrma had to clean herself, and then Fogg would. Steve dropped in at about 11:00."See your spending New Years Eve at the rig. Ah the dedication of the true nerd." I don't see you in a tux, with a blonde on one arm and a redhead on the other, either OM (Old Man). Mom left us a small bottle of Champagne to toast the New Year. Hell, we're well under age, but the millennium only comes once in a thousand years, and she figures we're safe, because neither of us has access to a car tonight."The big moment came. We shook hands, drank 2 or 3 toasts.